Oz nodded. "And not one mention of either having a wife. It's why I'm hoping I can introduce him to my dad tomorrow. He, uh… He's always been supportive of me, but he was really worried when I told him I wanted to join the house. Concerned that… y'know, that I wouldn't fit in."
"The guys are coming around," Logan tried to assure him. "And hey, you won me over. That's something, right?"
"Yeah, but I don't think offering to blow everyone in the house who gets good grades is going to be the answer here," Oz replied distractedly.
And damn, but isn't that a picture?
"We'd be the house with the highest average GPA, I can promise you that," Logan told him, mind filled with the image.
Oz shrugged a shoulder, glancing curiously over at the box in Logan's hands. "He give you more shoes?
"Moreshoes?" Logan mock-scoffed. "Did you not hear me before? Dude, these are SeriesElevens."
"Yeah." Oz brightened, grinning unrepentantly. "Like I said: Shoes."
Punk
Logan made a rude noise, then cocked his head as an idea struck him. "Wanna try them on?"
"Really?" Oz asked, his eyes going wide.
Logan looked down at the box, and shrugged. "Sure, why not? Here, grab a pair of socks, then come sit on the bed."
"Oh."Oz grinned as Logan went to lock the door. "S'like that, huh?"
Logan snorted. Walter was nice, but whether he and Drafted Danny turned out to be an item or not, Logan'd had his fill of interruptions.
"Mmm, don't think I'll ever get tired of this sight," Oz leered, sitting down on the edge of the mattress as Logan sank to his knees at Oz's feet.
Lips ticking up into an answering grin, Logan reached to pick up Oz's right foot, murmuring, "Just relax."
Ignoring for the moment the pair of socks Oz had sat next to him on the bed, Logan focused on Oz's calves. He tried to remember what the sports therapist did, the one who sometimes came in to ensure the team didn't overextend themselves. Massaging into the muscle of Oz's right leg, Logan repeated anything that had Oz moaning, leaving out the stuff that always left Logan wincing in pain.
After his shower, Oz had pulled on some loose basketball shorts, giving Logan plenty of real estate to work with. And while Logan was pretty certain he didn't have a foot fetish, he could still appreciate that Oz had nice feet. They were strong and firm, and when Logan ground his thumb in just like this, hard enough to make Oz groan?
No, Logan didn't have a foot fetish. But he was quickly realizing that he might have developed anOzfetish.
What a terrible, awful burden
Grinning, Logan rolled a slow-blinking Oz's socks on, before taking the Series Elevens out of the box. Pulling free their paper wrapping, he slid the crisp new sneakers onto Oz's feet one by one, lacing them up carefully.
Sitting back on his heels, Logan looked up at Oz expectantly. "How's that?"
But Oz…didn't move, aside from a tiny twitch of the sneakers as he wiggled his toes inside. "They're… okay?" he answered dutifully.
Logan rolled his eyes again.
This guy
"Stand up and walk around, doofus," Logan instructed.
Obediently, Oz got up and took a slow lap inside their little room. "Um. Alright, very comfortable. I mean, I can see why you'd want a pair, just not — " Oz waved at the pile of boxes stacked three-high at the bottom of Logan's closet.
Logan shrugged, not bothering to explain something Oz clearly wouldn't understand any more than Logan would 'get' Oz's own collectables. "Those would look money with a suit."
"Huh?" Oz asked distractedly from where he was checking out his own feet in the tall mirror hanging from the back of their door.
Fucking adorable.Logan grinned, allowing himself to enjoy the thought instead of shoving it down as he once had.
